My secret is that I need God—that I am sick and can no longer make it alone. I need God to help me give, because I no longer seem to be capable of giving; to help me be kind, as I no longer seem capable of kindness; to help me love, as I seem beyond being able to love.

New York is a theme park for people with IQs over 108.

Ski boots are the worst. Solid plastic. They'll be around till the sun goes supernova.

As the expression goes, we spend our youth attaining wealth, and our wealth attaining youth.

Lists only spell out the things that can be taken away from us by moths and rust and thieves. If something is valuable, don't put it in a list. Don't even say the words.

You're right, a spleen is a strange thing-we technically don't need one, but maybe spleens are kept in our bodies in case we mutate or evolve, and if we grow wings or tentacles we need to have the spleen in place in order for them to work.

With the first drink comes the truth, with the second drink comes wishful thinking, and with the third drink come the lies.